Urban murmur

- Art & Poetry -

With the first buds of that spring I met you.
Your eyes glistened, and the buds. They shone pale.
Spring night - cool evening breeze full aroma of fresh blooms
blowing back the memories of you,
when a hand gently stroked on the skin of my waist.
Both, hands and waist, carried traces of life.
Midlife brittleness. Below throbbing sensations.
Heart-pain-metaphor overlaid wet beads
in your hairline.
The completeness deficits of recent years dwindled
to the size of a weary gesture
and was whisked away.
Friend.
An urban murmur is carried over by the air...


(this poem is written by Li van Saathoff for the visual artwork "Urban murmur")

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